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obeiii-mee · 2 years

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Fluff what if mammon befriends luke at first just trying to get in Good terms with MC but after while he starts to care for the young angel and starts to treat him as though he was his brother Even starts to be protective of him IM SORRY BUT I LOVE THESE TWO BABIES

Luke; From Mammon’s Perspective

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OH MY GOD BUT WHY DOES YOUR IDEA FIT MAMMON’S BIRTHDAY EVENT SO MUCH??? THIS IS HONESTLY SO GREAT, HAAA-

Mammon would just be jealous of the attention you give Luke but he’s too much a softie to actually do anything lmao

Thanks for the request, I’m happy to provide Mammon happy hours ft. Luke because they’re both amazing 😔

Characters: Mammon, Luke and mentions of the brothers and nowdateables though they’re not all that involved

Warnings: None besides some mild cursing and some vague descriptions of gore

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“Oi! What’s the chihuahua doing here?!”

You didn’t even feel the need to turn around and acknowledge him before you answered, keeping your eyes fixed on the batter you were mixing and on Luke as he fussed around the kitchen. The way he moved around strongly emphasised the decades of experience he’s had in the baking industry and compared to you, the young angel really seemed like a professional. Actually, he became so focused on his tasks that he opted to vehemently ignore the demon that just marched into the room, despite giving him an obvious and nasty glare from his position near the oven. Normally, Luke would take any opportunity to snap at the inhabitants of the House of Lamentation but today, he didn’t seem to be as bothered by their goading.

“He’s here to help me make a cake.”

“For what?”

At that, you did turn around, temporarily abandoning your work so you could face the second born and furrow your eyebrows at him in confusion because you did not expect this level of ignorance coming from him. Then again, Mammon always had a way surprising you at the weirdest of times so maybe you should’ve seen it coming, “Simeon. Mammon, we had a whole conversation about this just a couple of hours ago? I know you have a selective hearing problem but-“

“Yeah, yeah, I remember that.” He huffed out, crossing his arms and scrunching up his whole face as he recalled the talk you had with him during breakfast. It was something you brought up randomly enough, in between munches of toast and sips of orange juice. It wasn’t often that you got the opportunity to eat food from the Human Realm so even though this particular issue was bothering you plenty, it didn’t exactly stop you from eating. The stress may have gotten to you…a little.

“Buy him something.”

Not surprising; the only thing Mammon would consider to be a proper gift would either be stacks of money or something inherently expensive. It’s how he works. Really, most of his birthday presents to you were either crazy cheap or really pricey, all depending on his current financial situation.

Though it was a decent suggestion, you had to shrug it off. You could easily imagine Simeon reprimanding you for spending too much money on him, even if he deserved to have something nice. Besides, what kind of gift could you possibly give to an angel? You really didn’t want to disappoint nor overwhelm him with something that may not be up to his taste. Picking gifts really sucks, but you didn’t know how else to show your appreciation for the help you’ve received from him.

Mammon, sensing that this had been bothering you for a while now, dramatically sighed before adding, “Ya should ask the dog if he has any ideas.”

“What?”

“The chihuahua. Y’know, that small, feral thing that keeps following Simeon around like a lost puppy. Maybe make him a cake or something. Don’t let Beel know though, he’ll probably get to your ingredients before ya even have a chance to start using them.”

Now he regretted letting his big mouth ruin your night with him. Truth is, he didn’t expect you to actually take his advice to heart nor did he think you would actually bake him a cake. Mammon really believed you were gonna buy him a cake from the pastry shop down the street like any normal person would but instead, they now have an angel in the kitchen measuring flour quantities in a plastic bowl and melted chocolate dripping on the floor.

“But MC-“

“Mammon, could you please shut up?” Luke’s interference took you off guard but Mammon just seemed annoyed. Seeing as he was keeping quiet up until now, the angel’s patience must have ran thin from the endless rambling of the only demon in the room.

The second born scoffed, “Are ya talking to me? Sorry, couldn’t hear ya, you’re the size of a dog and you’re yapping like one too. Besides, you do know you’re covered in cake mixture from head to toe, right?”

Suddenly embarrassed about the dawning realisation that he does, in fact, have a considerate amount of batter on his face, Luke quickly wiped it off and pointed the spoon he was using mere seconds ago at him, “Just get out! Me and MC are trying to finish our cake, you low-life of a demon!”

Mammon was about to retort but stopped dead in his tracks when he heard you giggling from the other side of the room. Luke also appeared startled by your reaction and both of them turned their heads and tilted them in a curious manner as they were watching you erupt in more laughter. Simply because they both kinda looked like confused dogs waiting on their master.

“Hey, why the hell are ya laughing? Did this little shit get his dumb ingredients all over me?”

“Yeah MC, what gives? Hurry up and drive this guy out of our kitchen so we can do our work in peace!”

By the time they were done poking and prodding at each other with small insults, your chuckles died down and you could finally respond but only after wiping away a tear from your eye that was caused by your sudden outburst, “I’m so sorry but Luke’s little disgusted face mirrored yours so perfectly Mammon, haha. And the way he’s on a little stool and he still can’t reach past your shoulders-my bad.” You said that, though you continued to quietly giggle to yourself when you turned around.

In all honesty, they both seemed kind of offended but they couldn’t stay mad for too long because your light hearted jokes deescalated tensions between the two quite fast. Luke was still embarrassed from what you could tell and Mammon was also absolutely flushed up to the tips of his ears.

“In any case, Mammon? You’re staying right? If you are, I’d appreciate it if you could do this portion over here and crack some eggs into the bowl while I start the oven, OK?”

Too dumbfounded to actually say anything, Mammon tersely nodded his head and just stared at you as you continued to gather ingredients from around the kitchen. He supposed this counts-any time spent with you is great even if what you happen to be doing together is bake a whole ass cake. If he’s lucky, he could even steal a spoonful or two of jam when you’re not looking. While he was processing all this, his eyes met with Luke’s stern gaze and the two seemed to reach some kind of mutual, silent agreement.

They could work together for the evening, and this evening alone, if it was for your sake. After all, Luke enjoyed helping you around in the kitchen and he really wanted to make something nice for Simeon. Meanwhile Mammon was just trying to hoard your attention again. Both of them could profit from this so maybe if they just stayed out of each others’ way, tensions would not increase.

Mammon figured that couldn’t be too hard. Even though he considers Luke to be nothing more than a tiny, rabid animal, he supposed he could be considered a decently well-behaved kid. He could definitely handle him.

“If you’re going to help out, you need to wear this.”

“Eh? The fuck is this?”

“It’s an apron, though I’m not surprised you don’t know anything about cooking health and safety. Typical.” Mammon just stared at the soft pink material in his hands, clearly designed for someone half his size before opting to switch his glare back to Luke, who was openly smirking, “You’re bound spill something so you might as well wear it. Who knows, it might suit you?”

He was going to chuck the little bastard into a meat grinder the moment you turned your back on him.

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The ‘incident’, as both Mammon and Luke refer to it, happened on a Friday after school, just outside the R.A.D building and about half an hour after most students already booked it home.

With the exception of the student council. Which Mammon was a part of. Unfortunately. Meetings with Lord Diavolo were scheduled weekly and the brothers had no choice but to attend them. If they were lucky, the eldest was sometimes the only one summoned but for the most part, they were all expected to show up. No exceptions could be made this week around and even the human exchange students were invited to it. It was all starting to feel a tad bit overcrowded.

Not to mention, the meeting was so dull and boring, the second eldest could think of a thousand different ways to spend his free time than sitting in a chair for hours on end discussing the security cameras Lord Diavolo wished to install throughout the school. Honestly, his back was aching after having been seated on those God forsaken, uncomfortable, spineless chairs for so long and the room was absolutely suffocating because Lucifer was outright refusing to open the windows. The only thing worth looking forward to were the refreshments Barbatos promised to bring, but it shouldn’t be of too much surprise to hear that Beel essentially inhaled all the snacks the moment they arrived before anyone had any time to react. Judging by the smell alone, Mammon guessed it must’ve been Barbatos’ signature cake.

To make matters even worse (somehow), you were clever enough to come up with the excuse of ‘needing’ to go to the bathroom just to escape the torturously slow meeting. You were gone for more than half an hour now, no one was questioning your apparent absence or your whereabouts and Mammon wouldn’t be shocked to find out you just went home. Problem is: now he was stuck, completely by himself and totally human-less, in a boiling room with no drinks or snacks whilst everyone around him pointlessly rambled on about the new delivery system of goods for R.A.D.

So, what’s a poor demon like him meant to do in a situation like this?

Nothing less than what’s expected of the infamous Avatar of Greed and his cunning ability of achieving the most profitable outcome possible; completely plagiarise your idea and then have the audacity to promise his brother that if he were to bump into you on his way there, he would be dragging you back to the meeting by the scuff of your collar at all costs. All lies, of course. The moment he finds you, he’s taking his emotional support human and running home to find a suitable hiding spot from the wrath of the Avatar of Pride once he realises the little trick he’s pulled.

Though his plan certainly worked, his relief was very short lived. Not long after stepping foot outside the classroom everyone else was currently cooped up in, he heard a commotion down the corridor. In his very humble opinion, Mammon has many good qualities but his hearing capacity is, by far, one of the best so it’s not surprising to find out he could easily pick up on the scuffle taking place a hundred metres or so to his right. Obviously, now his curiosity was piqued and once that train starts rolling, nothing will be able to slow it down.

Towards one of the school’s exits, the second born was mildly startled to see Luke fending off four or five oversized demons that could certainly trample all over him if they so wished. I mean, Mammon has always the known the rabid, little thing could bark and bite with all his might but this was more praise worthy than anything else he has seen the angel do. And his baking is marvellous so that really says something. Without a doubt, the poor kid was completely pissing himself out of fear but still had the courage to defend himself, in a way not even the second eldest himself could achieve whenever he was being shoved around by his siblings.

Now, Mammon had no way of knowing or even guessing what those wasted bags of air could possibly be bothering the young angel for. Lord Diavolo made many speeches on the importance of accepting every exchange student into DevilDom in a welcoming manner and those who did not wish to comply would most definitely regret their actions at the hands of the Prince and his butler. Sure, demons are naturally apprehensive of angels with them being polar opposites and all (so to speak) but Luke must’ve done something major to provoke them into attacking like this. Or maybe they’re just idiotic assholes, which could fit the narrative just as well.

They weren’t physically touching him at all so at least they weren’t completely brain dead but they seemed to be harassing him nonetheless. It bothered Mammon to no end, their behaviour towards him. For some reason. Mammon was never particularly fond of Luke and troubling him was always good fun, even though their relationship improved significantly since their first meeting. Maybe it had something to do with the familiarity of the scene unfolding before him: being completely at the mercy of others and having no one to stick up for you was a situation he found himself more often than not. Watching it happen to someone else made him feel more vulnerable than actually experiencing the torment himself.

Mammon tried to justify his following actions by telling himself that the dunderheads were blocking the closest thing he had to an exit with their incessant bullying and he would need to go past them in any case. And since Luke is a good friend of yours, he supposed you would be pretty sad if the kid ended up getting a black eye or something so obviously, he had no choice but to intervene.

“Oi!”

His voice effectively boomed throughout the entire school and he briefly wondered how no one has been able to hear this entire thing so far. They weren’t being exactly quiet and the school’s walls weren’t soundproof either. One of the demons had the audacity to turn around and start retorting something before abruptly freezing in his tracks once he recognised who was in their presence. Actually, they were all so petrified they forgot to bow down before one of the Demon Lords, which, had it been anyone else, they would’ve been punished for immediately. Luke appeared to have his guard up as well and seemed to have taken a few steps back, pressed up against the door leading outside, clearly not used to Mammon’s outbursts. After all, seeing him like this is a rarity.

As he stalked closer, Mammon’s eyes knitted in frustration and he scrunched up his nose at the offenders before him. The scent of fear was only desirable if it was extracted from mortals, not demons and their insufferable odours. It was worth it however, to see the looks of terror on their faces and he reckoned these shit heads would eventually get what they deserve, whether that would be at the hands of the Prince or himself.

“I don’t know if y’all missed the memo,” he began, inching closer to peer at who he assumed was the leader of the miserable posse before scoffing, as if disgusted by what was before him, “But his Highness, Lord Diavolo prohibited any violence against the exchange students. So, either yer deaf or just plain stupid to be attacking one of the angels on school grounds. Or maybe you’ve just forgotten? Lemme remind ya real quick then.”

Without warning, Mammon roughly slapped one of the demons, the one closest to him, on the back to mimic a friendly gesture, pulled him closer and grinned at him, proudly displaying his perfect set of teeth and pierced tongue. The impact was so sudden and loud, Luke thought the demon was going be slammed into the floor from the force behind Mammon’s hit. The other three violators could only stand and watch. The second born continued, with a more cheerful tone.

“Now, listen ‘ere buddy: yer a demon and I’m sure a respectable one at that too,” you wouldn’t be able to miss the hints of sarcasm in his words as he happily rambled on, “So what if, every once in a while, you lose sight of yourself and give in to temptation. It’s what we do best, huh? This is probably not even yer first offence right? But today ya really hit the jackpot!”

Another slap on the back and this time, everybody in that hallway flinched with the exception of Mammon. He took no mind of this and went on, “Committing treason against the Prince-that’s mighty brave of ya! Surely earned you some bragging rights to your friends, being able to deliberately go against the wishes of Lord Diavolo himself and suffer no consequences, you sneaky bastard you.” At this, he ruffled the demon’s hair, ensuring to dig his nails a little too deep into the asshole’s useless skull, “Ya don’t gotta worry about me though. Nope, my lips are sealed, ya know. Wouldn’t dream of ratting you out. Well, for a price that is.”

The malice in his voice was more evident now in his false grin and the demon who was unfortunate enough to fall in his clutches, visibly swallowed at Mammon’s insinuation, “How about it, then? I heard golden skulls have been selling particularly well recently and ya know me, I’m not above dirtying my hands if needed. I’ll gladly dip every single one of your bones in melted gold in exchange for this little secret of yers. Every single one of ya would make outstanding golden statues, ‘m sure of it!”

The eerie undertones of Mammon’s preposition had the demon vehemently shaking his head and the second born pouted, almost childishly, “No? That’s a damn shame, I was hopin’ to make more profit. Well, in that case-I’ll just have to report ya to Lord Diavolo, hmm? What’s the matter, what are ya shaking like a leaf in the wind for? A brave halfwit such as yourself, yer not scared are ya?” Mammon laughed then, a genuine laugh as if he was actually greatly entertained by this, “What would ya have me do then? Hmm? Let ya go? No consequences? I suppose I might be tempted, but only if ya promise me to piss off and never let me see your filthy face ever again.”

The demon yelped as he was pushed forward, colliding with the ground but not giving himself a moment to breathe before he got up to his feet again and staggered up the corridor. Once he disappeared out of sight, Mammon turned his cold yet amused gaze on the other three demons present who immediately got the hint and sprinted after their leader, almost tripping over their own two feet as they took the corner up ahead.

“And if I ever find out ya are bothering anyone ever again, let alone this kid-I swear to his Majesty himself, I will personally skin all of you alive and use your twitching bodies as chew-toys for Cerberus, ya hear me?!” The second born yelled after them, with enough conviction in his voice to send even the most courageous of demons running with their tails between their legs.

Now that he was out of steam, Mammon turned his attention towards Luke, who was standing there, entirely rooted in place and no doubt astounded by what he just witnessed. A demon standing up for him. A demon of all things! The angel had no idea how he had the bravery to bicker with Mammon before now that he was aware of what he was capable of when moved to anger. The Avatar of Greed simply walked up to the door, unlocked it, opened it and took a few steps outside before pausing momentarily, allowing the cold air to brush against his skin. It had been raining earlier but the temperature was bound to go back to scorching hot in a matter of hours.

A few seconds later, he turned around, confused at the silence, as if he wasn’t expecting the angel to not co-operate before finally speaking, “Are ya coming or not?”

It was Luke’s turn to be confused and he didn’t need to say anything since his facial expressions made it pretty obvious. Mammon sighed, annoyed but not as much as he usually would be at the angel’s antics, “I’m taking ya home, idiot. Ya don’t think I’m stupid enough to let you walk home alone after all that, do ya? Is Simeon at Purgatory Hall or has he also fucked off somewhere. Wait ‘till he hears about this, he won’t let ya out of his sight for the next couple of weeks.”

Luke snapped out of his frightened trance at this and instantly jumped to the defence of Simeon as well as himself whilst trailing behind Mammon. To an extent, it was even entertaining, watching the angel express himself with such ferocity and vigour and Mammon could swear he even broke out into a smile on their walk to Purgatory Hall. Not even Luke seemed to mind his presence and though the second born didn’t exactly expect any form of gratitude from someone as uptight as him, he was internally glad the chihuahua wasn’t all that affected by the endeavour.

Maybe the little shit wasn’t so bad after all.

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Luke ended up subverting his expectations after all. A couple of days later and a week before his birthday, the kid showed up to his bedroom door, with you standing proudly behind him. To say he was mildly startled would be an understatement, it wasn’t very often that Luke travelled to the House of Lamentation by himself. He wasn’t even sure how he got in, though he presumed you had something to do with it. The two weren’t exactly on friendly terms yet but no one could deny their relationship was steadily improving and you were obviously encouraging this with every ounce of power you had

“What is it?” His own gentle tone surprised him but he had just woken up and did not have the ability to act all that snappy at seven in the morning.

“Luke wanted to give you something. An early birthday present.” You probed, when neither of them made any sign of moving and sighed as you nudged the angel next to you, “Go on Luke, Mammon would never turn his nose up at any type of gift. Especially a thoughtful one at that.”

Luke nervously fumbled for something in his pocket and Mammon had no idea what to expect. Actually, it was pretty hard to believe the young angel would want to give him anything at all. Sure, he received birthday presents from him before, but that was mostly at the command of Simeon. Whatever he had prepared for today, it would’ve been done out of his own will.

After a couple more seconds of postponing it, Luke finally bit the bullet and pulled out a small box out of his pocket, covered in golden glitter and wrapped in a red material that resembled velvet pretty closely, before hurriedly sticking it out to him, urging him to take it. Mammon precariously reached for the gift, picked it up and admired it for a few seconds. Whoever made it put plenty of care into both constructing and decorating it, making it look aesthetically pleasing to the eye and feel nice to the touch. He shot the two of you a confused look before slowly taking the lid off and he blinked.

A golden bracelet, adorned with a couple of precious gems, grabbed his eye as soon as he opened it and for once, Mammon was left speechless. He was never one for half-assed compliments, but he couldn’t describe the piece of jewellery as anything less than beautiful. And definitely expensive as shit. It was made out of real gold and precious stones so he wouldn’t be surprised if the angel was in debt now because of this early shopping spree.

“It’s a thank you gift.” Luke eventually muttered out and then immediately reddened at Mammon’s curious gaze, before adding on, “I-I mean, it’s also your birthday gift but I realised I never thanked you properly for what you did the other day. And I couldn’t possibly not to do anything. S-so I asked Simeon to help me pick out something for you. I did consider making you a cake but I figured that’s a present more suited to Beel’s tastes.” Luke cut himself short as Mammon continued to stare in shock at him and he covered his face with his hands in embarrassment, “Just accept it, OK? And don’t expect anything else from me, you greedy demon.”

With that timid confession out of the way, Luke bolted down the hallway and out of the mansion before either you or Mammon could react, the front door loudly slamming shut behind him. Both of you remained stunned at Luke’s outburst but you found yourself laughing before long.

“He’s a sweetheart really, I’m glad he’s warming up to you Mammon.” To jest around, you wiped a fake tear out of your eye as if to act like a proud parent but the silence following your statement made you turn around, “Mammon?”

The second born was studying the gift he had just received attentively, gently swiping his thumb over the gold rimming before gingerly putting it on his wrist, mesmerised but undoubtedly pleased with how that whole interaction went. You spotted a sheepish smile climbing on his face and you wanted to laugh again, “Right, I’ll leave you to it then. See you later Mams.”

It was a weird sort of friendship they built, but whatever happened between the two must’ve been miraculous because from that day onwards, you haven’t heard Luke utter out a single insult against the Avatar of Greed and Mammon guarded the bracelet he was given by the young angel with his life ever since, even going as far to glare at Levi when he suggested Mammon was going to end up selling the precious thing for a quick profit first chance he got.

An angel and a demon, huh. Who would’ve thought?

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honeytonedhottie · 3 months

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thewizardliz's mindset⋆.ೃ࿔*:･⭐️

her conception of self ; she has high standards for herself because she knows her worth. because of that she won't settle and she doesn't let herself get walked all over.

something that liz has said in her videos before was to be okay with people misunderstanding you. dont go out of ur way to get worked up just bcuz someone sees something in a different way then u do.

her conception of self continued ; in another video she says to "make a list of tough situations that you've handled in the past and what skills you used to handle them". she has a lot of trust and belief in herself and her abilities

she often stresses the importance of prioritizing urself, ur boundaries and ur healing above all else. but you know what she doesn't stress? the opinions of others.

going about business ; liz is all about standing on business and taking ACTION for ur goals. in one of her videos she talks about "if u dont like urself, simply create a new version of urself". she says that through action, you can create the life of ur dreams.

connection with self ; liz says to not crave the compliments of others but instead, to compliment yourself. everything that u need is within you. shes a big advocate for shadow work and therapy to help understand yourself and heal on a deeper level.

she not only connects with the present self, she also connects with who she wants to be. a saying of hers is "what would the highest version of myself do". she detaches herself to things or people because they are temporary, but her relationship with self is forever.

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bunnyjesters · 5 months

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ANONS CALM DOWN IM COOKING AS FAST AS I CAN

#kitsch ⭐️#im eating up all these requests like pacman #likely will be combining multiple together #but they’ll get done

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starsstims · 4 months

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Hi! Could you make an AI-kin stimboard? :3

Sorry for the wait!

👾 | ⌨️ | 🔋

🔌 | 📱 | 🖥️

💿 | 🌐 | 🛜

#stimboard #stim #aikin #techkin #robotkin #otherkin stimboard #otherkin community #otherkin #alterhuman community #alterhumanity #alterhuman #blue #green #tech #machathecat #⭐️ … stimboard #❗️ … request

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centipede-gutzz · 3 months

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🥀 BRACKEN RELATIONSHIP HCS

A/N: oohh bracken my beloved...my autistic plant creature. features some bracken hcs of my own.

WARNINGS: hints of death.

TYPE: headcanons, gn reader, platonic/romantic

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Echoed footsteps are heard throughout the halls of the building. You lost contact with one of your teammates not too long ago, the cut-off screams from the walkie-talkie still haunting you. Blinking away your tears, you continue trekking your way towards the end of the hall.

Yet, you can't help but feel watched. Shivers run through your body as you become immobile, unable to move out of fear. It's behind you. Whatever it is, you can't bring yourself to look. As hands slowly wrap around your head, you shut your eyes in hopes that you can prepare for whatever comes next.

You feel yourself being lifted from the ground as purring is heard from the creature behind you. Leaves rustle as the Bracken holds you close, nuzzling its head against yours. This certainly isn't what you expected...

...but perhaps, you can get used to this.

PLATONIC

☆- the bracken was enamored when it first saw you. thankfully, with no ill intent. seeing you quiver in fear and sadness of your lost teammates, it only drove it closer to you.

☆- throwing its neck snapping nature aside, it holds you instead in an attempt to comfort you.

☆- it'll guide you to its own little room to hide you away from the dangers of other entities roaming around.

☆- if you're not keen on physical touch, it'll let you go to give you space. from then on, it simply tilts its head as if to ask permission to hold you.

☆- it's not capable of human speech but it understands you to a certain level. whether it can understand you or not, it loves to hear you speak.

☆- tries its best to cheer you up if you're sad. it can't do much with words but it will hold you close if you let it. flowers will bloom on its body to calm you down, letting you stroke the petals.

☆- you basically have your own personal bodyguard. if you plan to resume your loot finding, it'll follow you around to scare off anything that tried to harm you.

☆- if any other teammates are around you as well, you have to ask it to not kill them. it'll respect your wishes, but it won't stop growling at whoever gets too close.

☆- if you need to return back to the ship, it may not follow you out of the building. it'll be sad to see you go, but it has its hope high that it will see you soon.

ROMANTIC

☆- brackens are already somewhat social with employees such as you, but relationships are certainly another step it would be happy to take.

☆- tries to give you items in an attempt to court you, as well as showing off whatever flowers it has growing on its body.

☆- 100% more affectionate than before if you let it. there's never a moment where it doesn't ask you to hold hands.

☆- it doesn't have lips to kiss you (not that you can too with your helmet), but it'll do its best to imitate one. it simply presses its face against your forehead or where your mouth is. its leaves can't help but shiver in embarrassment.

☆- if you're at the relationship stage with the bracken, it'll let you help trim it when needed. it usually likes to do it on its own, but it trusts you enough to let you help.

☆- it would be protective of you no matter what, but being its partner increases it tenfold. the last thing it wants is to see you get hurt. if it happens to accidentally hurt you itself, it'll feel EXTREMELY guilty about it.

☆- everything is different if you initiate the affection instead. it just freezes up and a multitude of flowers immediately bloom everywhere on its body, and maybe on the ground too. it's super happy that you feel the same way it does for you, expressing its giddiness with shaky leaves and a low purr. it truly loves you, and will forever be appreciative of your presence.

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#📃 headcanons #💥 not a request #⭐️ platonic #❤️ romantic #☀️ fluff #lethal company x reader #lc x reader #lethal company x gn reader #lc x gn reader #bracken x reader #bracken x gn reader

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batwynn · 1 year

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Stiles rocking out.

(Patron request 💗)

#sterek #stiles stilinski #wheelchair user #teen wolf #art requests #based on a fic #I’m slowing catching up with Patreon posts on here #and commissions #I’ve loved working on all of these commissions and requests #it’s been really fun :)#if you’ve read this far here’s a reminder to do a nice thing for yourself today #⭐️ be nice to yourself you deserve it ⭐️

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lisbunnie-edits · 2 months

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Ga Ming Graphics

⭐️ Requested by @aphrodict

⭐️ Ga Ming ;; Genshin Impact

⭐️ F2U w/ Credits! ;; PSD by @lumieron ;; Split link directory under the cut!

⭐️ Ga Ming Graphics!

#♡ 🎀 ;; requests #♡ ⭐️ ;; graphics #♡ ga ming + Genshin Impact + graphics #♡ 🐇 ;; mod posting #genshin impact graphics #ga ming genshin impact #gaming genshin impact #graphics

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happy-beeeps · 10 months

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I read your tags for the kissing prompt…

I’m sending you #1, clone of your choice 😈🫶

Kickstart My Heart

Wc: 2.5k

Pairing: Kix x streetracer!reader

Summary/an: hahahaha WOW this got away from me!!! On the bright side, I was able to knock out a prompt I’ve been dying to do for @clonexreaderbingo !!! Please enjoy this vague crack fic about Kix and reader being friends to lovers!

from a request with these prompts!

The red speeder you were tailing grew closer and closer with every passing moment. The lights and sounds of the crowded lower levels of Coruscant blurred past in a stream of neon, and you were gaining on this banthashit in front of you. Nothing was stopping you, and you hardly even noticed the subtle light of the holocomm on your dash begin blinking on and off. You sighed, tapping it absentmindedly—as if you weren’t in the middle of a street race you were desperately trying to win.

“Care to explain why Rex just told me that the Corries spotted a few speeders racing on the lower levels?” Kix’s voice rang out clear through your speeder, and you worked to fight the cringe in your voice.

Kriff. “No, so random, anyway, it’s been real—”

“One of them mentioned a particularly shiny, very blue speeder too.”

You smiled, sparing a passing glance at the miniature holo of your best friend. “They said I looked shiny?”

“Not important,” he sighed, and you looked just fast enough to catch him drag his hand across his face, “you know how dangerous racing is.”

“You knew how much I loved it when you met me.” You countered, and you watched him debate it in his mind for just a moment.

“My first day on leave and I’ve gotta spend it worrying about you.” He joked, but there was no venom in his voice.

“Feels like payback from all the worrying I’ve gotta do for you while you’re off system.”

“Hmm… At least win for me?”

“I’ll buy you a victory drink at 79’s if I do.”

The call ended as quickly as it began, and you became even focused on the red speeder in front of you. Sure, Kix was probably your best friend, but there was something about the clone medic that had your cheeks aching from smiling, and your face sweating from how red it got when you thought about him. You two were so opposite, and yet you couldn’t get enough of each other.

You and Kix had met over a year ago when you had needed a cheap drink after you won a race, and a few of your racing buddies and stumbled into 79’s for their famously cheap (albeit famously shitty) drinks. What you hadn’t intended to find, however, was a group of loud, excited clones that you instantly clicked with. You had fallen in fast with all the boys in the 501st, and when you had cut your hand open on a glass you had dropped by the end of the night, you were smitten with the medic of the team.

That’s not to say you and Kix were anything aside from friends. He had been very respectful, and very careful not to cross that line, much to your dismay. He was sweet and doting, and he hated that you raced. To be honest, he would barely even watch podracing with you and his brothers, not after he heard how dangerous it actually was from his general (who you may or may not have fangirled over when you first met him.) Still, he would always wish you luck, and he was the first to announce your wins to whoever was in the bar that day. On the last win, he had proudly clutched your shoulders and led you into the door, shouting, “My girl’s a winner!” and leading you further into the delusion that maybe he thought about you half as much as you thought about him. No, Kix was the best friend you had, he watched holofilms with you and crashed on your couch, but one of these days you knew your heart would get the better of you and you’d say something stupid.

You were simply biding your time until then.

Thinking about Kix had slipped a subtle fire under your seat, and within a moment you had carefully slipped past the red speeder, and navigated yourself right in front of the angry Devaronian man who drove it. You cringed a little internally, and watched from your mirrors as he shot daggers into the back of your head, murmuring something to someone in the comm on his chest. Shit. Always making enemies of the wrong people.

At the preplanned drag, you pulled up on the controls, bring your speeder up higher and higher into the mud and upper levels of Coruscant. The last bit of the race always took place here; stakes were higher and the views were flashier. You swerved quickly around traffic at speeds you were honestly impressed to have been reaching. Maybe one of these days you actually would enlist like you’d been telling Kix you would. You had shaken the Devaronian, and he dropped suspiciously behind you, and your ego took over as you made a turn you had anticipated long before.

You turned back over your shoulder, shooting the man a wicked grin and shouted, “you won’t catch me!” The man didn’t answer, but you swore you could see him grin, and you settled back in your seat, proudly clutching the steering and fidgeting with your buttons. You couldn’t wait to tell Kix.

When you turned back around, the two black speeders that crept up on either side of you were so quick, they hardly gave you reaction time. Trying quickly to dodge the cutting motions of the speeder on the right, you banked a hard left, scraping the side of the speeder there. The man, a Trandoshan with a wicked smile, grinned at you. “Girlie forgets that some people have money invested into these races.”

With another hard motion, the speeder on your right had come in again, forcing you harder into the left speeder, and (most aggravatingly) scuffing your pretty blue paint job. You worked to get out of the pin, shaking your controls and trying to move this way or that, but a fatal twitch had the right speeder crushing into your engine, and you watched as the lights on the dash lit up all at once like a Life Day tree. The Trandoshan looked at you again, eyes narrowing in excitement. “It’s a lesson you won’t soon forget.”

With a quick and decisive movement, the Trandoshan pulled up as your engine died, and you sputtered into a free fall through the streets of Coruscant. The last thing you saw as you dropped through traffic, narrowly missing other speeders that would’ve surely blown you to bits, was the ever encroaching solid black of the building and landing alley you were approaching. The last thing you thought of, however, was Kix.

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There was a ringing in your ear when you woke, followed by a hazy smokiness lifting over your eyes. Was that damp spot on your head always there? Why was it so sticky? Why did your speeder look like that? Was it always in two pieces? You felt so, so heavy, your arms ached as you moved to tap your com in your pocket, praying to something that Kix would answer.

“I’m here, is the race over—”

“Kix…” was that whining voice coming from you? It was hard to say. “Kix, I’m hurt, I’m hurt bad… need you, need you bad…”

“Cyare, cyare please, where are you?” The panic in his voice was eminent through the com, and you murmured vague descriptions of the level you were stuck on. “I’m coming. I’m coming cyare. Just hold on.”

The next time you awoke, you were wrapped up in blankets, tucked carefully into your bed in your apartment. You were so warm and comfortable, in fact, that up until you moved, you had forgotten the crash at all. As if on cue, a noise sounded from opposite your bed towards the kitchenette, and you shifted your head to identify the source.

“Careful Princess, that’s a nasty concussion you’ve got there.”

When you looked up at him, he was moving carefully over to your bedside, an easy task in your studio apartment, and resting his weight barely to your side. His hand crept up to cradle your head gently, and instinctually, you reached up to hold it. His gaze on you softened at the touch, and he closed his eyes and exhaled a breath from somewhere deep within his chest.

“You’re growing your hair,” you mumbled, your other hand reaching slowly to fidget with the longer hair growing where a carefully shaved lightning bolt used to be.

“Getting older, felt like too much of a shiny,” he said, bringing his hand off your head to rest on your cheek. “You scared me out there,”

“Psh, you’re a hardened battle medic. I’m sure I’m nothing-“

“There is nothing in this galaxy that could prepare me for losing you cyar’ika.” He murmured, the mando’a slipping easily and softly past his lips. He sat up quickly, pulling out his datapad and a few tools from the medkit he must’ve brought with. “You lost a fair bit of blood, but nothing too bad. You’ve only been out a few hours and I was able to remove your lines a little bit ago. A broken leg, rib, and a concussion are your only other serious injuries.”

“Oh, that’s it?” You laughed, and he sighed as he set his equipment down, returning to the kitchen to grab whatever it was—food as it appeared—he was working on and rest next to you in your bed. He was stiff, anxious you noted from the way he fiddled with his fingers. You didn’t think he’d say anything in response until he opened his mouth.

“Your speeder is totaled.”

“That’s not very good beside manner.” You groaned, closing your eyes in frustration. It had taken you months to save up for even just the paint job, let alone the rest of it. She was your baby.

“I’ll have you know I’m renowned for my bedside manner.”

“Oh, I’m sure you are.” You winked, and inwardly cringed at the motion. Kriff, what were you thinking? Blame it on the blood loss. “Thank you, for coming for me.”

“There isn’t a battle in this galaxy that could keep me from coming to you when you need me,” he sighed, and released his arm from its slack position and tentatively draped it around you, and you happily leaned into his chest, breathing in all the smells that made Kix your Kix. He always smelled clean, like freshly scrubbed laundry and warm blankets. He smelled like coming home and all the coziness of your apartment on a rainy day. Most of all, he smelled like a slight mix of disinfectant, the crucial detail that made him smell like him. You swore you could drink it in.

“Am I hurting you?” He asked, so cautious with the way his body was laid against yours, and you moved to shake your head until the shooting pains came back and you responded verbally instead.

“No. This is perfect.” He melted deeper into you at that, and his fingers rubbed gently circles on the exposed skin of your arm. “You know, I like your hair.”

“Oh yeah? Was worried you wouldn’t. Saw the lightning bolts on your speeder”

You groaned internally out of pure embarrassment. “Nah, I like everything on you. Miss your tattoo though.”

“She’s still there, just hidden.” He smirked before moving slightly so the two of you were close to sitting up instead of slouching across each other. “I need to tell you something.”

“My speeder isn’t actually broken you just want me to stop racing?”

“No, but, that would be ideal.” He smiled at you and reached to touch your cheek with the tips of his fingers, and your body shifted closer to him on instinct. You and Kix had been close before, you had fallen asleep on his shoulder more times than you could count, but this felt…different somehow. More intimate. You hadn’t realized how broad he was up close, even more so with his armor scattered around your apartment. You hadn’t noticed it at first, but the realization of just how panicked he must’ve been when he brought you here made your heart flutter.

He continued softly, fingers still gently on your skin, “I’m going away for awhile, I think. But today made me realize how close I was to losing you. And I guess, technically, how close you could be to losing me.” He stumbled over the last words, and you smiled at him to keep going. “I… I care about you mesh’la. I would do anything for you, be anyone for you. I can’t go another day without letting you know, because I can’t go another day not knowing if I’m the only one who feels this.”

He was closer now, only inches from your face, and your breath had hitched somewhere in your throat. “You’re not. Not the only one I mean. I feel it too.”

His skin warmed under your soft touch, as you had moved to place your hand on top of his. His eyes darted down closer to your lips and you smiled, nodding slightly to give him the encouragement he needed. Cautiously, carefully, he moved to close the gap. Ever the gentleman, taking his time to give you the ability to back out—as if you would.

Oh. That’s what spice probably felt like, you were sure of it. The feeling of Kix’s warm breath eclipsing your own as he pressed a kiss so soft and gentle to your lips you felt like you were breathing into it. This was it. This was heaven. This was all you ever needed, you’d never race again if it meant you could sit here and kiss this man to death. He backed up far too soon, cautiously, as if he was afraid you’d regretted it. Instead, you had simply leaned closer to him. “Do it again. Please.”

And oh, oh did he take your word for it, pressing his mouth to yours in the gentlest, most passionate kiss you had ever experienced. He was so careful with you, careful to rest his hand on your torso on the side opposite the break, careful to gently cradle your head. Careful to not bruise you even further with the way he kissed you, and it was an effort in restraint not to jump his bones the way you wanted to. You stayed like this for whoever knows how long. Could’ve been hours, could’ve been a whole rotation, could’ve been thirty seconds. When the two of you broke away, he was breathless, and you leaned closer into him as he slowly reclined the two of you back in your bed.

“If we did that every day, I’d never have to race again.”

He chuckled, and pressed a kiss to your forehead, leaning slightly against your uninjured side. “I take it this is a bad time to tell you Thorn caught the guy, and they’re gonna pay to fix your speeder?”

You turned back to him and grinned, running a gentle touch down the side of his face. “That’s the second best thing I’ve heard all day.”

#star wars #clone wars kix #kix x reader #clone medic kix #clone trooper kix #tcw kix #kix x you #requests!#clonexreaderbingo #starry ⭐️

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starry-night-kins · 4 months

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Sonic the Hedgehog stimboard with themes of scenecore, glowcore, and 90s aesthetic.

Requested by anonymous.

🟦 / 🦔 / 🟦

🦔 / 🟦 / 🦔

🟦 / 🦔 / 🟦

#🌙 | anon #⭐️ | stimboard #sonic the hedgehog kin #sonic kin #sonic stimboard #☀️ | requested #🌙 | sonic

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citizenoftmrrwlnd · 5 months

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stimboard for : a border collie puppy with themes of winter, cabins, and forests in general requested by ⭐️anon

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osameowdazai · 7 months

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Hi Sol!!! Omg so excited to see you doing art requests <3

Maybe B3 for chuuya kissing dazai's bullet wound?

How awkward do you think the trip back was for sigma(who is FINE btw)?

Drawing prompt thing

#mail ⭐️#meli 🐝#skk #soukoku #bsd #bungo stray dogs #sol's art #Chuuya #chuuya nakahara #dazai #dazai osamu #this isn't great but ummm #i hope you like it anyway #thank you for requesting something ily

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shynetyme06 · 7 months

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Omni’s female human form has very long hair, and I wanted to draw it :> (this is a bit of a mix of canon and my own human Omni drawing, got brown peeking in the hair lol)

also sorry I greened them again I just like the color on them with the purple hehe

The creator of Omni is @cereusblue

#my art #utmv #Omni #human au #human Omni #I just noticed the fit was from one of those outfit request games #cool cool #⭐️

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coconut-edits · 1 year

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Kotoha Hanami/Cure Felice icons for anon

#icons #kotoha hanami #cure felice #pretty cure #precure #mahou tsukai precure #edit #edits #anime icons #not a simple sponge ⭐️ edit #bikini bottom boogie all night ⭐️ requested

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starsstims · 5 months

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Hihi, could I please request a vampirekin stimboard with themes akin to Draculaura from Monster High (preferably her g3 iteration)? Thank you! Also feel free to tag batty-babbles, I'm just using the anonymous feature because it's a side-blog of mine. :3

Hey, of course! So sorry for the wait, I took a bit of a break.

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#stimboard #stim #pink #vampirekin #draculaura #monster high #draculaura g3 #batty-babbles #⭐️ … stimboard #❗️ … request

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centipede-gutzz · 3 months

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🃏 COLD COURT [LC JESTER x GN READER]

A/N: sorry, you're going through the horrors this time.

SUMMARY: The Cold Court of Dine is cold and unforgiving, and the Jester is no different. Yet, it could be different for you.

WARNINGS: scenes containing death and violence.

TYPE: fic, gn reader, platonic, angst with comfort from the thing that literally killed your teammates not too long ago.

"Alright, that should be the last of it."

You nod in agreement as your teammate puts down the rubix cubes one of them found in the loot pile. Said teammate, or Orange, sighs in relief. Another successful job in the cold planet, Dine.

Your crew managed to save up a decent amount of money to land here, in hopes of better loot to reach the next quota more efficiently. And for once, it was a mansion! A nice break from the steamy pipes and creaking metal of the railings. And surprisely enough, no casualties were to be had.

The previous run didn't end well. You recall losing one of your mates to a Coil-Head. He didn't react in time when the sound of scattering footsteps quickly approache them from behind, catching him off guard as his head was ejected from his body. Blood stained your suit as you stared down at his corpse, the spring sticking out where his neck once was wobbling around.

It was a gruesome sight to behold. You're lucky the others were there to help you, handing you the loot to escape while they took care of watching the Coil-Head. They managed to escape with you soon after, but you can't stop the guilt from invading your mind. You could've saved him, perhaps if you were faster. It's too late now. As quick as he was gone, a new employee arrived to replace him. The newbie seemed to do just fine, despite being a nervous wreck (you all nicknamed her Yellow, due to her suit color). You can't blame her, this job isn't exactly an everyday choice. This time, you hope that things will turn out differently.

"Woah hey, what the hell is that?!"

Orange's voice breaks you out of your thoughts as you turn your head towards him. He seems on edge, taking a step back as he points to the doorway on the other side of the room. You open your mouth to speak and turn to look at whatever he saw. Before you can even speak, you let out a startled noise at the sight.

It's a jack-in-the-box. The thing is huge, more bigger than any other one you've seen. It has legs too, with a singular arm on its left right below the crank. You quickly activate your scanner to figure out what the weird toy was. A "jester", the words read from your scanner. It certainly didn't look like one, no funny hat or ringing bells to accompany its design.

It just stands there...menacingly. The box slightly moves up and down in an idle manner, as if waiting for something. Your teammates quickly scramble to grab whatever loot they can hold.

"I don't what the hell that is, but I don't think we should stick around to find out," Orange rambles out. You quickly nod, your grip on your items tightening.

As soon as you were all about to leave, the Jester raises its arm to reach for its crank. It begins to crank itself with a steady pace, the song "Pop Goes the Weasel" coming from the box. Dread washes over you as you take a few steps around the box towards the door it came from. The exit shouldn't be too far from here, if your memory serves you correctly.

You call out for your teammates to leave, one of them already making a run for it. You soon follow but quickly turn around to see Yellow staring at the Jester.

Your voices rings through the air as you call out to her, pleading for her to move away from the box. She doesn't move as she responds, "But...what if it's fine? I used to have one of these as a kid, and the most it would do was scare me! Surely it won't be any different, right?"

"IT VERY MUCH COULD BE! We can't stand here forever and risk everything, we gotta move," Orange yells out. He lets out a noise of frustration when she doesn't budge and he puts all of his loot into your hands. He looks at you with a serious, yet sorry look.

"Hey bud, I'm sorry you have to be put in this situation again but we can't lose our stuff. I'm gonna try to get her out of here, but you gotta get this stuff back to the ship. Blue's still there, they should be starting the ship by the time you get there," he says. You shake your head in response. You can't lose another one again! What if something happens again? They've gotten this far, it doesn't have to be this way.

It feels like he can read your thoughts or perhaps noticed your quivering body and panicked breathing as he continues, "I know things shouldn't be like this again, but who knows what happens if we miss quota? Just run, we'll be right behind you!"

He pushes you out of the room and runs to Yellow, tugging at her arm and yelling at her to leave. The song never stops, the speed increasing as time goes on.

It's the same thing again. You feel helpless, once again the last resort. Your grip on the loot falters for a second before turning to run towards where the exit should be. The sound of Pop Goes the Weasel and your teammates voices echo through the halls of the mansion as you run as fast as you can.

What if something happens? Your thoughts quickly begin to swirl, making you come to a halt. The glass of your helmet's visor fogs up as you begin to hyperventilate. You can't be a coward again. There's a reason why you lost your teammate, and maybe even these ones if you just run away. You argue with yourself back and forth, undecided if you should continue to the exit or go back to your mates. Your mind seems to go with the latter, your shaking legs quickly turning around to go back.

As you take a step forward, you feel that something is off. You can barely make out the distant sound of screams, both human and not. Fast and heavy footsteps are heard muffled beyond the hard walls of the mansion, and whatever is causing them doesn't sound friendly. It's too late now, it was always too late for you.

You choke back a sob as you turn to run away from the horrible noises. It doesn't last long, seeing how whatever caused your teammates' deaths is quickly approaching. You go around a few corners that you swear were ones that could lead you out, but you were only met with an empty room. You fall to the floor with tears filling your eyes, items clattering to the side as you clench your fists.

Perhaps this job was never meant for you. Maybe it was all just twisted luck that got you this far. Fate is cruel, and she had much more in store for you. There's no time to play the blame game, the Court Jester is waiting. You face the doorway, face to face with the one who's responsible for your end. The wall touches your back as you make a poor attempt to delay your death and scoot away from the Jester.

It's screaming. Not out loud, nor in pain, but it sounds faint. What was once just a box is now flesh and bone, empty eye sockets staring into your soul. Broken sobs and pleas leave your mouth, wishing for another outcome than this. You and your teammates were nothing but thieves, commoners that trespassed this Cold Court. Perhaps this is for the best. You close your eyes shut and fearfully accept this fate given to you. It's cold and relentless, the fear never-ending. Exhale, and await your shortcoming.

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...the screaming doesn't stop. Even with your eyes shut, you can feel the Jester looming over you. Somehow, boldness finds its way in your mind as you open your eyes to peer above you. The sight isn't pretty.

It's way too close for comfort, bloody teeth and gore filling your sights. It's surprising that you didn't faint yet. Despite this situation, you can't help but smile weakly. Nervous laughter meets faint screaming as you mumble out a simple greeting. Maybe you truly lost it.

The Jester opens its jaw, blood dripping and landing on your helmet. You wince and extend your arms to protect yourself, whatever that could do. It's probably just toying with its food at this point, how cruel can this thing get?

Apparently, it has other things in mind. You feel yourself being lifted up from the ground. Teeth bites at your suit as the Jester settles you in its mouth, dangling like a bear would catch a fish. One bite, and it's all over. You can't stop shaking in fear, even with the Jester walking out of the room. Its gentle with its hold on you, footsteps thudding against the wood flooring.

How the hell did you end up here? This is not something you ever imagined happening to you. The feeling of flesh squishing against your sides makes you cringe. You bite your lip to stop a noise of complaint, no doubt it could kill you in an instant if you insult it.

It walks through the dark halls perfectly, like it knew the entire layout by heart. You recoil at the sudden bright lights attacking your eyes as you both end up in the main room. It stops nearby the door and settles you down as gentle as it could.

Both of you stare at each other silently, waiting for the other to make a move. This thing killed your friends not a while ago, so why can't you move? Despite the obvious danger levels of the Jester, you find yourself muttering a quiet "thank you".

The Jester twitches, seemingly pleased at your thanks. It lowers its skull towards you and exposes the top, nudging at you against the door. You make a noise of confusion before cautiously raising you hand to pat it softly. You don't feel like testing how sturdy it is compared to your human skull. It quickly raises itself up, bouncing in excitement like a puppy who's horrors is beyond your comprehension. Bits of gore fall from the box from its movement and you try your best not to show your disgust. You wave a small goodbye towards the Jester and quickly exit out the door.

You've never been more excited to hear the crunch of snow beneath your boots. It becomes red from the blood on your suit, but you don't seem to notice. Luck seems to be on your side again, with the Jester being kind enough to let you go. It doesn't feel like the best of fate, but you decide to accept it.

The Cold Court is unrelenting, the snow never stopping for a moment. A kingdom with no king or queen, instead a Jester to take their place. You were blessed to be spared by the faux ruler, the gift of horrible memories containing your teammates screams and cries forever following.

It's cold, and unforgiving.

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#��️ fic #💥 not a request #⭐️ platonic #🌧 angst #🔪 blood n' violence #lethal company x reader #lethal company x gn reader #lc x reader #lc x gn reader #jester x reader #jester x gn reader #lc jester x reader #lc jester x gn reader

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